Sunday, October 28, 2012
This week I've been doing a lot of thinking about my Daddy. This past May marked 20 years since he had passed away. It's so hard to believe that it has been that long. If I close my eyes I can still hear his voice, I can smell his cologne, I can see his smiling face. I don't have a lot of memories from my childhood, but I remember getting done with my bath at night and coming downstairs and sitting at my Daddy's feet. I would hand him the towel and he would towel dry my hair. He would just rub and rub and rub until my thick curly hair was mostly dry. I would then curl up on his lap and he would just hold me. Oh, what I wouldn't give to curl up in his lap right now just to have him hold me in his arms.
My Daddy and I had some rough times and it led to him not talking to me for almost two years before he passed away. But, even during that time I always knew my Daddy loved me. I never once doubted that his love for me waivered in spite of our differences.
I'm thankful for the memories I have with my Daddy. I'm thankful that even though our relationship wasn't perfect, it was solid in our love for one another. There were a lot of rotten things that happened in my childhood, a lot of things I wish I could change... but one thing I would never change was the relationship I had with my Daddy. He died far too young and I wish I could have him with me still today, but at least I have wonderful memories and that's something no one can take away from me. I am grateful to my Daddy for teaching me that even though you may have differences it doesn't mean you don't still love each other.
Holding on to the memories,